In the coming weeks I am posting extracts from my upcoming book. It's is about my experiences trying to integrate into different societies.
I convey my journey in countries and societies, based on my perspective and only my own experiences. I communicate my trials and errors of integration to you – without any filters. Welcome enquiring minds and those who want answers. I encourage you to contribute, ask questions and offer your own views. This platform is not complete without your contribution.
Although the deep psychological trauma I would suffer as a result of leaving my home country somewhat clouds my current perception of the moments surrounding this experience – the biggest single memory I have of that moment is I knew I wanted out from here and definitely was not going back anytime soon.
As far as I could see, my home country, usually, among the top in the world for education, social security and economic development had nothing to offer for a bored graduated student like me. I did not give ONE FUCK of the pro-Nordic propaganda screaming about the country’s gender and economic equality, high levels of trust, social cohesion, life-work balance and so on. 6 years of studies were behind, it was Spring in Helsinki and I was about to graduate from my studies. I wanted out as fast as humanly possible.